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I came home today

  from a long trip ill-conceived;

I found my home a tranquil place,

  more tranquil than first believed.



My home is such a sanctuary

   against the world outside;

When I’m daydreaming at my home,

   I am outside of the tide.



The threats, the fears, I cast aside

   as poor memories will not last;

The peace, the calm serenity

   promotes reflection on the past.



I think of things that might have been

   and things I could have done;

But I realize these are fruitless thoughts

   like prizes never won.



Today is the most important day,

   yesterday is gone and lost;

Tomorrow holds the greatest hope

   for bridges never before crossed.



So rather than worry about the past

   of which I cannot change;

I will contemplate future possibilities,

   in this there is infinite range.



As I sit here thinking on my life

   and what is yet to be,

I refuse to allow the slightest strife

   to interrupt my tranquility.





For sufficient to this day

   are the unpleasant memories of the past;

But the dreams I dream of future years,

   in them my lot is cast.



My dreams, they hold the greatest joy

   of experiences yet to be,

Of goals achieved, and riches won

   and glories yet to see.



This peaceful, tranquil, feeling felt

   while dreaming away the day;

I know never would have happened

   if I hadn't come home today.